This is an open letter, of sorts, to my husband. I have mixed feelings, right now, about whether he ever reads it. The best-case scenario, and my preference, is that he reads it, forgives me my confusion, and allows me to explore this side of my personality until I make a determination of my inclinations. That won't happen. The absolute worst-case is that he...
Disclaimer: This is the first of a series of stories that are re-writes of fantasy conversations between my submissive and I. While the sharing of ideas in this lifestyle is a great thing, I request that none of my work is used without my expressed consent because they are for him, which he has graciously given permission to share. Feedback is always appreci...
Lydia leans down and kisses me roughly. I open up for her, offering no resistance, pressing my lips against hers as she explores my mouth with her tongue. She bites my bottom lip, then pulls away. I stretch out my tongue as if to summon her back, but she stands up and I know better than to speak. She looks me up and down, and I can tell she's admiring the st...
I couldn't stop thinking about our upcoming weekend alone. We always make time to please one another no matter what, but it's definitely a bit more exciting when it's just the two of us. Our bags were packed and we were ready to go. A quick stop in Queens and then we'd be on our way to Connecticut. Another fun weekend highlighted by the Eric Church concert w...
I followed Jasmine off the subway, fresh loads of come on my sweater gremlins gluing my thin t-shirt to my skin. It felt slimy and gross and slid down the crack between my boobs, but I was a lot more concerned with my cock. Jasmine had brought me to the very brink of orgasm with her boot while I begged three strangers to jerk off on my tits, and even done th...
Needless to say: my first night in Montreal was simply incredible! Meeting Miss Alex was the most unexpected and most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. Although it was hard, I managed to slip out of her apartment at around 2 am. I walked back to my hotel, took a shower and slept like a baby. My 9am meeting was cancelled and I was able to meet th...
Your pussy is already wet. Master has been away on business for a few days, but he's been making you do things on webcam. Your toys have never been used so much. And you still have the plug in your ass that he told you to insert two days ago. He remotely turns it on through the day, making your knees buckle while you busy yourself around the house. But this...
The scene is set with us snuggling together on the sofa watching a movie. At least that's how I recall it. I'll see if I can't recant the details with as much accuracy as possible, but I won't promise that the true content won't be revealed. That's what you get when you recall a night with a sadistic Master, the hard-cold truth that your ass is more than gra...
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, drinking wine out of jars as we passed a joint around, I was conscious of the girls both looking at us. "That was sooo hot, watching you and John," Teri said. "I love watchin' you get fucked, Sean..." "Isn't it your turn now?" Rochelle asked John. "I want to watch you..." I heard John make a little gasp. He looked over...
"You're going to keel over if you work harder, Hailey Webb," Dr. Michaels warned me as I took off my white coat and shrugged. "In our line of work, Doctor, the patient always comes first. Anyways, I have the weekend off. Thanks to you," I reminded my senior as I took my duffel bag and got ready to head home. "I already endorsed my patients to Steven and al...